The Lifeguard (SAMPLE) NOW ON AMAZON

3- Shiloh (EDITED)

Lindsay wasn't kidding when she mentioned how handsome Chaz was and how he'd be the type of guy my eyes would fall for. He was more than just good-looking; he was smoking hot. And here I thought my neighbor Roscoe was a panty dropper, but Chaz? He had me feeling I'd commit some sexual sin while my friends and I were here in Malibu.

Roscoe's words before we left repeated in my mind after meeting Chaz. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which I still have no clue what that meant. But I couldn't stop thinking about his other words of advice. And that was to do everything he would do: find someone willing to have sex with me for the summer.

The thing is, I'm not the kind of person Roscoe is. I don't go out to have sex. If I were to have sex with someone, I would expect it to mean something.

All weekend, I thought about Chaz and how we talked all night. And when we both said we were done drinking for the night, we still drank until the bar closed. And then I thought about how Chaz and I sang a duet together. And out of all songs to sing, it was Summer Nights by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John.

Every time I thought about it, I'd smile, and my head would shake, thinking about Chaz's horrible singing voice. The man was a lot of things, and he had me clenching my thigh muscles all night, but there was one thing about him that was for sure.

He could not sing.

My friends and I escaped the Vegas tourists for the summer to be tourists ourselves in Malibu. To have the fun, we couldn't have in Vegas and the summer of our lives. And now that I met Chaz, I hope like hell I'd run into him again and add to my summer of fun—hoping we'd hook up by summer's end.

Is that wrong to think that way?

It is, but it isn't.

The last man in my life ended two years ago after he stole a scene from the movie Legally Blonde. I was Elle Woods, and Rhett was Warner. We dated for a long time and were high school sweethearts, including our senior prom, where we were crowned king and queen.

So when Rhett told me where he was taking me and asked that I wear something sexy, I got excited and spent all day preparing for "the big night." Rhett took me out to a fancy restaurant, and what I assumed would be a night of romance was anything but—it was horrible. I thought he was going to propose.

Instead, my excitement came to a screeching halt during our meal when Rhett took my hands, looked me in the eye, and gave me some sob story that Rhett needed more in his life. And then he broke up with me, saying he met someone else to fulfill his needs.

Nice, huh?

What an asshole.

So you see, my body feels neglected.

My mind feels neglected.

And I feel neglected.

I need to feel another man's touch before I go crazy. And I'm still mad at Willow for telling Roscoe about the dreams I was having about him, and because of that, I'm not telling her or my other friends about the sinful dreams I've been having about Chaz since Friday night. She or Aubrey would then find a way to embarrass me again, and that's not what I want to happen.

Just thinking about those dreams and Chaz's overly sexy good looks has my stomach flip-flopping and my sensitive area contracting like I'm about to have sex this instant. I sat on the bed, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and clenched my legs together as I thought about Chaz's gorgeous face. Seeing it, I happily hummed when his beautiful sapphire blue-colored eyes flashed before mine.

My stomach flipped again.

All because I reminded myself of the rest of his looks—his thick dark eyelashes and eyebrows, his dark-as-night-colored hair, his perfectly golden-tanned colored skin, and the sexy stubble covering his chin and chiseled jawline.